1. |
Basquiat Loves Company
03:55
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Verse:
Paint that hack with a red knapsack
Dig a little dirt turn a red hand black
Don’t slap that ‘ sip that honey
Drink that milk ‘ get that money
making bad news for a baboon in a track suit with a tattoo of the statue of liberty
Listen to me, where’d you get that ring from boy? Off what frozen hand?
Just one word loose and the whole thing falls to the ground like a noose
Same o’ truce ‘ Brand new break
You could see it in the way that he walked
He was not designed to be a plastic man
Sitting on the couch having plastic thoughts
Not designed to be a plastic man
Sitting on the couch having plastic thoughts
Pre-Chorus:
Whatever that apothecary put into my jar
It made me wanna forget that my body is made of stars [My body is made stars]
There’s fires in all the graves [Those fires will never die]
We keep killing all the flames
Chorus:
For dear Pearl ‘ Five years old
Six if you count that nine in the belly
Mona Lisa never looked to so good as when she showed her teeth
to that first lit match ‘ flicked by dawn
There’s fires in the graves cuz they can’t stop killing ‘em young
Verse:
Flesh and the blood
Wear that guilt ‘til it fits like a glove
Gift and a hug ‘ All wrung out
Tongue in the rafters ‘ hung from the mouth
Play that clarinet ‘ but don’t forget
What you’re getting ‘ in return
Slow to dry ‘ quick to burn
King fish pout with a hook in the eye
Born in the dark ‘ trying to look at the sky
to remember ‘ where he comes from
Ask him why ‘ go ’head ask him why
Ask him why ‘ go on ask him
She never looked so good as when she’s close to home
Token grief ‘ helicopter blades and broken arrow tips on sugar cane
trunks of ice ‘ there’s your slogan pusherman
left behind those pipered mice to crack the whip and still such chaos
Native sons ‘ handed live grenades at their conception
just so there’s no doubt ‘ they’ll be born to be a weapon
Chorus:
For dear Pearl ‘ Five years old
Six if you count that nine in the belly
Mona Lisa never looked to so good as when she showed her teeth
to that first lit match ‘ flicked by dawn
There’s fires in the graves cuz they can’t stop killing ‘em young
For dear Pearl ‘ Five years old
Six if you count that nine in the belly
Mona Lisa never looked to so good as when she showed her teeth
to that first lit match ‘ flicked by dawn
There’s fires in the graves cuz they can’t stop killing ‘em young
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2. |
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Verse:
Baby I’m an angle
Been born as a man
Even though I act like I’m black or white
Most nights I am both rain and shine
Living in the distance between the nightmares and the daydreams
That’s the way we were before we were the nightmares and the daydreams
That’s the way we were before we got thrown to the street
Won the right to think though ‘ for ourselves
No it’s not perfection but it’s peace
from a silhouette too afraid of his disease
to do a damn thing about it
so he had to s-scream about it on top of the roof
Listened for existence and took it as the proof
But hey Mr. wait though you still need a brush big enough to paint you a saint
before it gets too late
it’s a fool’s fate to go to hell now
Poor man die ‘ Rich man gon’ die too
Get a cash cow in the sky and life is a lullaby
Chorus:
When I get back from heaven
Everything’s gonna be right where I left it
Verse:
Like the new paper sack that I stashed on the moon
One skin says me the other skin says you
Twins from the same old mother
So feed that tale to the snake man
Under the lake the mermaids aren’t quite that pretty
Really is a shame the ocean’s so far away
It’s hard to say how far exactly
I haven’t been that far before
I just died my water fake blue
Made me feel so wonderful
I just died my water fake blue
Made me feel so wonderful
Chorus:
When I get back from heaven
Everything’s gonna be right where I left it
When I get back from heaven
Everything’s gonna be super cool
When I get back from heaven
I’m gonna take a nap out by my pool
So when I get back from heaven/
That water better be all kinds of blue/
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3. |
My Machine
02:58
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Chorus:
This is my machine, I can make him do anything
Make him get a credit card and buy up the mini mall
Try all you wanna try to pry him out my cold hand
Nothing feels better than a warm piece of plastic
It’s is my machine ‘ I’ll make it do anything//
Verse:
My side of the bed
Give a goddamn what the medicine says
Better not let it get under that skin or risk getting mislabeled as a symptom real quick
Took death off the table ‘ Stood him up and asked him for a dance
If you’re looking for romance ‘ You wanna be lied to
Made up your mind? ‘ Then you’re ready to lie too
Doorbell rang twice
Never met a salesman who smiled so nice
Seemed like a sheep to me
Even though he had fangs where his teeth should be
Told such funny ol’ jokes
Not from around here but he still spoke
The King’s Eng-lish til it broke
Next thing you know I’m handing over my keys for a rope
Chorus 2:
This is my machine, I can make him do anything
Put him in a uniform and squeeze ‘til he’s empty
Please don’t tempt me to make him go spastic
Nothing smells worse than a burnt piece of plastic
It’s is my machine ‘ I’ll make it do anything//
Verse:
Better alive than dead
Give a goddamn what the patriot says
What a nice plot that you got there sir
It’s a lot better than not having a spot to call home
once you’ve gone cold
Tomb’s getting cozy man nothing but company
Road littered with accidents
How did it happen? ‘ it’s not in the plan
Running outta the way? Or running outta demand?
Of course they’d split it if they knew where to put it
Where would they put it?
Down in your grave?
What’re you insane?
Of course they’d split it if they knew where to put it
Where would they put it?
Down in your grave?
What’re you insane? [and dead]
It’s a waste of inherited space and that’s a sin
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4. |
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Intro:
This city was made out of irrigated rainwater
Back when the black eyed sky made gifts
Not since then has a sun-drenched lip
known bliss like a drought stamped out by a first kiss
Verse:
Send the misfit to reclaim the throne
It’s the last hope ‘ for the glass rope
woven outta the notion that we’re alone here
nobody can see us ‘ hear us turning in our sleep
the panic on the street says: reinvent the polls
re-release the manifesto ‘ re-reacting to the fact that we let her go
Much wiser then but tempted by the ignorants
who saw blue and assumed that she was infinite
Just like that last little bastard offspring
trying to pass judgment as offering
Swore up and down that the stars were as pretty as pearls
if we turn out the night lights the city’s gon’ burn bright
All that neon gas lay broke as every last word spoken in defense of his name
[in defense of his name]
Chorus:
Your night lights are never gonna burn the same
They’re never gonna burn the same
Verse:
Let’s see how this’ll come together now that we destroyed the weathervane
Shed the same blood ‘ just think of all the trust we’ve gained
with the choir ‘ yea but swan song is symphony these days
old folks waiting on that western flame to cold smolder and change form
Company dimes ‘ bled dry in the fist of a rainstorm
All we ever wanted was power
so we built a machine to hide the ghosts pulling strings in the tower
We went to summer sub-culture camp to beat cancer
Opened the body mass and salted it back shut
You can be a nuisance or you can join the fan club
but you’re in no position to stand and put both your hands up
It’s not an answer ‘ not this far away
It’s just the part where your heartbeat starts to break
It’s not an answer ‘ not this far away
It’s just the part where your heartbeat starts to break
Chorus:
Your night lights are never gonna burn the same
They’re never gonna burn the same
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5. |
Cool Hand Luke
02:41
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Chorus:
Cool Hand Luke ‘ Luke was a liar
Nothing but plastic ‘ on his dashboard
He played those cards ‘ just like a liar
Gave those people ‘ what they asked for
Cool Hand Luke ‘ Luke was a liar
Wasn’t no Kings ‘ in his hand
Had those boys ‘ afraid of the fire
Well those boys shoulda been
Afraid of that man
Said Cool Hand Luke ‘ Luke was a liar
And those good ol’ boys ‘ ate it off his plate
He stole the soul ‘ of that trigger man
Well that cool hand died ‘ with a smile on his face
[I don’t believe him anymore ‘ that picture was a fake]
Verse:
Bet the coin of the realm ‘ would glow in the dark
like fair trade could really teach us better than sparks cut from our own hollow bones
And smoke bitten lungs
Taken from our cradles ‘ when they rightfully slept there
If you believe in ownership so much come take my furniture
If you believe in evil why you speak it in tongues?
Looks like fun, that angry mob ‘ Innocent in their face paint
Safely tucked inside all of those zeros and ones
There’s nothing more to them now than animated clay
I don’t believe ‘em anymore ‘ the picture is a fake
There’s nothing more to them now than animated clay
I don’t believe ‘em anymore ‘ the picture is a fake
Chorus:
Cool Hand Luke ‘ Luke was a liar
Nothing but plastic ‘ on his dashboard
He played those cards ‘ just like a liar
Gave those people ‘ what they asked for
Cool Hand Luke ‘ Luke was a liar
Wasn’t no Kings ‘ in his hand
Had those boys ‘ afraid of the fire
Well those boys shoulda been
Afraid of that man
Said Cool Hand Luke ‘ Luke was a liar
And those good ol’ boys ‘ ate it off his plate
He stole the soul ‘ of that trigger man
Well that cool hand died ‘ with a smile on his face
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6. |
Guns For Planes
02:49
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Chorus:
When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun
so I never had to settle on a target
Then I figured I could dip my feather in the sun
and write a letter to the genie in my pocket
that said I wish I had 99 lives
or at least a little more time with this one
I want permission to feel okay
with the way that my lungs burn straight through the winter
Verse:
Lock up the wild thoughts and tie ‘em up in a cell
Tell me it’s just as well I should leave ‘em alone/
If I gave ‘em a home or even a spare measure of space/
they might take to the message’s drone that it’s fine now/
May even like it better this way ‘ with the light’s out
I can see the hand on their faces
saying I wish I knew the settler’s name/
when I sent my only blanket to his grave as a statement
Got sick with the allegory
built this mosh pit with a slick twist on a sad story
bad for me to think right?/
best if I se-date
while I’m asleep
you slip the poison on my plate
I don’t wanna eat this
and I don’t like you
So leave me alone
Sometimes I think I could bite you
You seem to know me
or at least what my name is
But I don’t even have a name for you
Chorus:
When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun
so I never had to settle on a target
Then I figured I could dip my feather in the sun
and write a letter to the genie in my pocket
that said I wish I had 99 lives
or at least a little more time with this one
I want permission to feel okay
with the way that my lungs burn straight through the winter
Verse:
I spend my days looking for paper planes folded in glass bottles
I’ll die a hypocrite if I don’t let one fly tomorrow
Been infinite for a minute now I don’t have to fake it
Found escape in all the right places
Man you are sacred
Tombstone epitaph running fast in and outta Babylon/
Woman you are kin to god ‘ Both of us are Indigo/
Never listen otherwise ‘ We’re the ones that see the fingerprints on a silver sky/
Oh I hope you know what you are doing to me
Chewing the ropes ‘ I’m starting to see some beautiful things
Tap your feet two times for no/
Or one times for leave me alone inside of this blindfold
When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun
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7. |
Outcasted
02:26
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Verse:
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8]
Those weren’t chains ‘ Those were roses growing in the pavement
Taken as a payment for the way we treated Mother Nature like a gun
Day one as a magnet ‘ We been starting wars since before we had the hang of it
And I am not the one who followed the leviathan down into the depths
At best you’re a martyr at worst you’re a suicide bomber in the suburbs
Eager to kill to keep the cabinet full of all the medicine
Yup ‘ I should’ve known it from the start
You always were the type to make a need out of a want
I’m not a separator by nature what do you need from me?
What’s so wrong with trying to live like a human being
instead of a cog inside a machine?
Don’t you see? That’s your way to hold out and not mine [and not my]
No not my copy of a lie living underneath the eyelid disguised as the truth
You trust the television but you always taste your soup
Add a little salt ‘ depending on your mood
But they say jump and don’t even check the parachute
Pre-Chorus:
Apparently I’m losing my mind
If that’s what it takes to see the surprise on your face
the day that the sun finally dies
Then I’mma let that motherfucker fly
Chorus:
Set red run ‘ go supernova sun
Supernova sun ‘ go supernova sun
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8. |
Approved Disease
04:06
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Chorus:
We made the monsters
Look at what those monsters made
Verse:
We were born with fists balled up
Ready for whatever like we already been here
Falling kills you ‘ Fire singes
Fill that bag up with syringes
And the pills ‘ and the knives
Wear your gun belts and hide your wives
We got one two many threats on our life
And we can’t let anybody punk us, right?
It’s a sober night ‘ with drunk intentions
Filled with missed attempts at mis-direction
‘less the rest learn how to bake that bread from dust it’s all done
Chorus:
We made the monsters
Look at what those monsters made
Outro:
We made the boxes ‘ We made the toys
We made the clocks that make all the noise
We made the sword and we made the gun
but we didn’t make us ‘ now it’s time
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9. |
Glass Name
04:29
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Verse:
We’ll give you a name
It’s yours until it breaks
Might still call you glass behind your back but to your face
We’ll pretend we’re brave even though we’re scared like you
What’s the use in breaking out this far from home?
[Tell me all your secrets ‘ so I can give them names]
Porcelain has made complexions hard to keep ‘
Scarred beneath the eggshell ‘ we make sweet make believe until the day swells ‘
Casts its own shadow in the fallen ash
Burns away a thousand yesterdays to try and make it last
What a nasty little place to hide?
For such a lonely little alibi
Chorus:
They think that I think too much about the suffering
There’s some disease inside my brain
They think that I think too much about the suffering
I just think they think too much about their property
There’s some disease inside my brain
Chorus 2:
They think that I think too much about the suffering
There’s some disease inside my brain
They think that I think too much about the suffering
I just think they think too much about their property
There’s some disease inside my brain
Why set up your tent on the dark side of that cage?
Your apathy ‘ is just a fence ‘ for that disease inside your brain
Outro:
All that gold dust inside those caves is worth more with a name
Am I the same?
Am I the same?
All those thoughts inside those brains are worth more with a name
Am I the same?
Or am I not?
Am I the same?
Or am I not?
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10. |
River Blue Truth
03:26
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Verse:
I’m amazed we still belong to our fragments after all of their changes
Used ‘ thrown away ‘ we’ve been bruised
but got used to it way before it seemed to fit with our new sickness
New ‘ but not different ‘ No
It’s not different ‘ Show a little sympathy please
It’s easier than you think ‘
And I refuse to be pink ‘ if you’re not gonna be blue
What the hell are we doing here?
And why is the fruit fake?
We started the toothache
Chorus:
So what you getting at the man in the booth for?
You’re the one that taught him to be super
Now he’s just another stranger in your headspace
who knows you’re dead weight so you drag him ‘round by his red cape
What you getting at the man in the booth for?
When you’re the one that taught him to be super
Now he’s just another stranger in a costume
who knows your way home so you think he’s waiting to rob you
Bridge x2:
The river is an evil thing
Full of pain and thievery
It’s got ‘em all believing there’s important daydreaming to do
[daydreaming to do]
Verse:
Unless the river is truth and it’s a matter of breathing
Feeling like it’s a choice for me to shine my shoes
and march myself up to the front line to find my peace in a thunderous sunrise
But times like this ‘ that skyline is wishing well
glistening with gold coins that floated when they should’ve fell
A hundred years and all I got is this vice grip
On 16 candles burning bright as my life is
I’d give anything to not give anything up
So maybe fear is enough ‘ to make us Thelma and Louise off this cliff in a rush
to be famous and no, it’s not much, but it’s more than we need
Just undress the scenery ‘ confess those wings ain’t as fly as they seem to be
Why do we insist on being bygones only after they turn all the lights on?
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11. |
Pretty Pocket Snatchers
04:05
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Verse:
Holes in them pockets
Where’d all that money go?
Followed that trail of thieves
Right past that pot of gold
Named all their colors, now
Saw past those rows of teeth
Reached down inside the mouths and broke out that joy d’vive
I heard the beast sprung the bells
Save his cell for quiet nights
when riot lights ‘ are all that’s left
to flood the broken soldier’s head
Build his dam without the cracks
And let the actor dry off ‘ fly north to a nice soft bed
It’s all over let’s pretend we used those cartoon wings to get to heaven –
instead of this sad excuse for a ladder
So when they ask us why we’re low on cash
we’ll act like it’s a [crime] to wanna walk an honest [mile or two] in someone else’s shoes/
So lady play the blues ‘ when you sing that morning news paper ‘ move type
Letter by ‘ letter by ‘ letter by severed hype
You saw us get tripped and pushed against the wall
Now you talk like you never saw us fall
Chorus:
Why Those Pretty Pocket Snatchers Got Thrown Back Against The Wall
Verse:
The tenderest of buttons are the ones along the wall
Nothing that gets talked about much along on the wall
What a small twist of fate to paint the roses such a lousy grey
Reminds me of a time before I learned to love a cloudy day
I met the son of man at the edge of June
He took July like he still had something left to prove
Stone crazy ‘ he’s taken now to August skies
to rearrange the dark inside the stars ‘til they apologize
They’re never saying sorry ‘ Would only make it worse
They won’t play dead ‘ Unless he plays it first
They’re waiting for their story
waiting for their climb and they been waiting for a really long time
Outro:
You never play the blues ‘ when you sing that morning news paper ‘ move type
Letter by ‘ letter by ‘ letter by severed hype
You saw us get tripped and pushed against the wall
Now you talk like you never saw us fall
You saw us get tripped and pushed against the wall
Now you talk like you never saw us fall
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12. |
All Of Her Heart
03:05
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Chorus:
It’s alright ‘ Your pieces are all right there
This is easy ‘ You won’t even need me
Nobody’s perfect cuz everyone’s broken
so nobody’s broken cuz everyone’s perfect
Everything’s alright ‘ Your pieces are all right there
This is easy ‘ You won’t even need me
Nobody’s broken cuz everyone’s broken
Nobody’s perfect cuz everyone’s broken
Everyone’s gone
Verse:
How could you be?
There’s nowhere to go but right now
But right now feels a lot like nowhere so how do I get down?
Jumped up to the moon to just gain some new perspective
Left with a death wish for every butterfly wing flapped to bring this mess to my doorstep
Talk to the waves ‘ so simple a cry I could never hear
Until you put your face to the wind and I sat and watched it disappear
Your hand to the flame didn’t go dark to make the pain stop/
It paints a crooked smile on the light inside of the rain drop/
That’s not your face x3
I know
That’s not your face x3
I know
Verse 2
I’ve seen you smile a thousand times/
but never between those wax lips
I’m only as lucid as your last gift
At least I got to thank you for the past
one last time before you traded your coins for eyes
Chorus:
It’s alright ‘ Your pieces are all right there
This is easy ‘ You won’t even need me
Nobody’s perfect cuz everything’s perfect
Nobody’s perfect cuz nothing is perfect
Everything’s alright ‘ Your pieces are all right there
This is easy ‘ You won’t even need me
Nobody’s perfect cuz everything’s perfect
Everything’s broken cuz nobody’s is perfect
Everything’s alright ‘ Your pieces are all right there
This is easy ‘ You won’t even need me
Nobody’s perfect cuz everything’s broken/
So nothing is broken cuz everything’s broken/
Everything’s gone
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